Oh, yeah. He may seem like he's innocent and sweet, but when I went to move Morgan's scooter, he was on the handle. And he CRAWLED UP MY ARM!!! I jumped and screamed and shook my arms until I dislocated both shoulders. (Okay, not really.) And when he was flung across the carport, he scurried as quickly as he could to the top of the storage room doorway. And sat there, looking innocent. But *I* know the truth.
Gee, I hope no one was watching me. :::sigh:::